Elizabeth went to Teague first, trying to find out Jack's birth name. He had apparently been briefed by his son already, and he just smiled at her and kept his mouth shut. Next, she tried sneaking onto the Black Pearl while Jack was ashore, thinking that perhaps she could find some documents in his cabin that held the information.
Gibbs stopped her as soon as she came on board, told her Jack wasn't there, and sent her back ashore again, forthwith.
Next she begged Aunt Agatha to find out from Jack for her, but her aunt merely laughed. She mentioned that Teague had told her all about the terms of the bet, as he'd had it from Jack that same day, and that Elizabeth had made the bet and had better uphold the terms of it.
"You made your bed, 'Liza. Now you'll have to lie in it!" Agatha told her with no small amount of glee.
Next, Elizabeth pressed Maggie for the information, but the maid had only met Captain Sparrow after he was an adult and didn't know. Nor could she be bribed to rifle through Teague's papers to find out, either. "No, ma'am, I shan't do that for ye. I've always been loyal to the old gentleman captain, so I have!"
Jack added to the mystery by telling her that there was only one circumstance under which he would tell her his birth name—but then he refused to tell her what that circumstance was. He, Agatha, and Teague all found the whole thing terribly amusing, and Elizabeth got fed up after a few days and decided to focus on the upcoming Angelica problem for a while until she thought of a foolproof plan to discover the name.
That was when Teague drifted into Pirate Hall where they were planning out the battle. He could move as silently as a ghost when he wanted to, and Elizabeth and Jack both jumped, startled, when he spoke. "Barbossa's here."
Sure enough, they heard the step-thud, step-thud of his stride in the corridor. Jack turned his head slowly to meet Elizabeth's flushed gaze.
"What's me name, darling?" he asked in an undertone.
"Rumpelstiltskin," she whispered back.
He shook his head no and winked at her. "I'll collect me winnin's later."
Elizabeth groaned. "I didn't know he'd be here so soon!"
Jack shrugged; it didn't really matter how long Barbossa took to arrive, Elizabeth still wouldn't discover his birth name on her own. He turned back toward the newcomer as he stumped through the door on his wooden leg.
"Greetings, Mrs Turner," Barbossa said. "Jack."
Elizabeth nodded to him.
"Hello, Hector," Jack greeted. "How are you finding your Revenge?"
"Enjoyin' it hugely, thank ye fer askin'," Barbossa said contentedly as he sat down, pulling another chair over to put his feet up. "Just the one last loose end to tie up and then it'll be complete."
"Loose end?" Jack asked.
"Blackbeard's bitch pup, o' course. The one who sent him against me ship in the first place because she thought you was captaining the Pearl. Isn't that why ye sent for me?"
Jack narrowed his eyes. Barbossa's stealing and losing the Pearl was still a sore subject. "Aye," he said grimly. "It's the three of us she's after, and she's coming here to get us."
"No more need be said, then, is there?" Barbossa said, referring to Angelica's betraying the pirate haven. "But I do have to wonder what she has against our gracious, gentle, sweet-natured King." The sarcasm fairly dripped from his drawling voice when he spoke the last few words.
Jack choked on a laugh at Barbossa's description of Elizabeth, and she smacked him on the shoulder.
"Ow! You just proved his point, you harpy!" he told her.
"Shut it!"
Jack answered Barbossa. "Angelica Teach believes the relationship between Captain Swann and myself to be something other than what it is."
"And what is it?" Barbossa asked, amused. "She hits you and you call her names. Might as well be married, if you ask me."
Teague chuckled aloud. The others, who had all forgotten he was there, stared in shock. "What?" he asked innocently. "He has a point."
Elizabeth cleared her throat pointedly and spoke to Barbossa. "If we may get back on topic? Angelica thinks that Jack left her for me, and that he's the father of my son. She tried to kill us by attacking the village where we lived—"
"—You and Jack?" Barbossa asked ingenuously.
"Me and Jacob. My son. Will's son!" Elizabeth clarified in frustration. "Jack and I have never even been together, but Angelica thinks we have. She attacked my village and killed most of the villagers, trying to get to us! So we sent out word that we came here to be safe from her."
"Ah," Barbossa sneered. "Ye ran."
"We retreated to set up an ambush," Elizabeth clarified. "Which you can be part of willingly, or unwillingly. Your choice." She smiled sweetly at him.
Watching, Teague shook his head. His son had elected this king, and now after coming to know her, he didn't think Jack could have made a better choice. Sweet, but ruthless.
Barbossa laughed. "And just how do ye reckon to obtain my cooperation if I'm unwillin', Mrs Turner?"
She bared her teeth in an unfriendly smile. "Any number of ways, Captain Barbossa, many of them unpleasant—if you are, indeed unwilling. Are you?"
He glared at her. She stared him down, raising her eyebrows in challenge. There was a minute of utter silence while the tension mounted, and then Barbossa relented.
"Aye, I guess I can lend a hand, this bein' Shipwreck Cove an' all."
"I'm declaring a one-time bureaucratic amnesty for the duration of hostilities," Teague put in quietly, "If that helps."
Barbossa relaxed. "Aye, that do lift the burden somewhat," he admitted. He fixed Jack with a challenging look. "As for the battle itself, ye knew I have Blackbeard's sword now?"
"Aye," Jack replied. "That would make the battle go a bit easier."
"We oughtn't use it, though," Elizabeth mused. "Or perhaps only as a last resort."
"Why's that, love? If we have an advantage, we ought to use it," Jack said.
Teague just watched and listened.
"It's just—I have a bad feeling about involving magical things," Elizabeth explained. "Any time some otherworldly element gets introduced, things seldom go the way you expect and never the way you hope. I just don't think we ought to depend on it."
Barbossa unexpectedly agreed. Jack cocked his head in surprise.
Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Were ye or were ye not here in this room when I gave me rousin' speech to the Brethren Court about dependin' on the strength o' one's back and the sweat o' one's brow instead of dependin' on bargains struck with eldritch creatures?"
"Oh," Jack said. "That speech."
"I'd call it more rabble-rousing than simply rousing," Elizabeth said, "But yes, I guess that's the most of my objection."
"Good girl," Teague told her quietly.
"Also, if Angelica doesn't realize or remember that you have the sword, then if we do need you to use it, we'll have the element of surprise," Elizabeth went on.
They agreed not to use the magic sword unless the tide of battle turned against them, and eventually the discussion shifted to less planning and more sitting around reminiscing-especially after Teague opened up a bottle of rum. The meeting eventually broke up, with Teague accompanying Elizabeth back to his house, and Jack and Barbossa retiring to their respective ships.